Whoosh! Whoosh!
The remaining eight contestants descended onto their respective battle arenas.
Daniel sat in the spectator stands, silently observing the unfolding matches.
The Oracle-grade Budelica proclaimed in a resonant voice, "The second round of matches begins now!"
…
Arena Two.
Standing opposite James in the arena was Flora.
And Flora was the contestant who had attracted the most attention after Faustus!
Of course, James, who ranked second on the Combat Power Rankings, was hardly an easy opponent either.
Flora's silvery-white hair drifted gently in the breeze, resembling frost and snow.
Her lips parted slightly as she whispered, "Choice of Judgment—"
A slender finger pointed toward James from afar.
"Receive the Grim Reaper's Scythe!"
In the spectator stands, countless pairs of eyes locked firmly onto the arena.
It was the Law of Judgment again!
Would James die?
Thud!
In the very next instant, James's body collapsed limply to the ground like a pile of mud.
